Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

I lift up, thrusting into her with more force each time. She holds on with her legs but props herself up with her elbows to meet my mouth once more. She draws the kisses out of me—her mouth is so damn dangerous, it has me on the edge. I tear my mouth from hers. “You keep on like that, I won’t be able to wait for you.”

She flashes me a sexy little grin. “Let me be on top.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say as I pull out of her, but she’s already pushing me back onto the floor. My legs come out from underneath me as she straddles me, taking my cock in her hand before she positions it for her sweet spot. When her ass hits my thighs, I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Hot. Fucking. Damn.

She starts to move her sweet pussy up and down my cock so slowly, my toes start to curl. She’s so tight, so fucking hot, and I can’t handle her. She presses her hands into my chest, and her head falls back as she gyrates her hips up and down, her ass smacking against my thighs. I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me. I dig my fingers into her ass as I thrust up into her, my release right there. I open my eyes just in time to see her come, her face flushed, her eyes squeezing shut as she shatters on my cock.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

I follow almost immediately, jerking inside her as she falls onto my chest. Her hair covers my face as I bring my arms around her waist, holding her against me as our hearts beat in time. All I see is stars behind my lids, but my body is on fire against hers. I move my nose along her hair, drawing in her scent before whispering, “Hey.”

I feel her smile against my chest. “Hey.”

I find myself smiling back. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t know why you came over.”

She kisses the middle of my chest before lifting her head to look at me. “I knew damn well why I came over.”

Her lips curve, and her face is so beautifully flushed that my heart skips a fucking beat. I thought that was a saying, but I swear I feel it. I cup her face before pressing my lips to her bottom one. “I knew too.”

“I know,” she says against my lips. “So, shall we take this to the bedroom?”

“If you want.”

“Oh, I want to.”

“Me too.”

She sits up before getting up to her feet, standing stunningly naked in front of me. “Maybe you’ll scream my name this time,” she says with a wink.

“Oh, angel, there is no way I won’t.”

When she flashes me that sly grin, I notice the ache in my chest is gone.

It doesn’t mean anything.

But I notice it’s gone.

As if it’s been replaced.

With Shelli’s fire.

Chapter Eighteen

Shelli

I lie on Aiden, my face on his thick, strong chest as his hand strokes up and down my spine. His other hand holds my ass, his fingers biting into my skin. Our legs are tangled together, and his lips are in my hair.

I feel absolutely amazing.

My body is humming with all the tenderness and affection he gave me the night before. We didn’t go at it like we did that first night; this time was different. We did it three times and then slept. He’s a cuddler, and I find that adorable. Even if it is like sleeping with a volcano, there is no way I’m breaking apart from him. Maybe I’m a cuddler too. With the right person.

“You have no tattoos?” I ask, kissing his pec.

“Nope,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy.

It makes me wet in all the right places.

“Why not?”

“Scared to death of needles.”

I grin. “But your dad has a ton.”

“True. I don’t think you remember this—you were a baby—but I broke my arm. They shoved this fucking needle the size of the earth in my arm, and it ruined me.”

I try not to giggle, especially with how fast his heart is beating. “That’s unfortunate. You’d be hot with them.”

“Shit, I’m already hot.”

“Oh Lord, tuck the ego back in, Brooks. I wasn’t taking a hit at it.”

He kisses my hair as he squeezes my ass. “I like yours.”

“My ego or tattoos?”

“Both.”

I lift up my head, lightly pressing my chin into the middle of his chest as I look up at his gorgeous face. His hair is all over the place, and his eyes are all dark and sultry. “Well, thanks. The Assassins one is my favorite.”

“Mine too, but that butterfly on your ass is quite nice.”

“It’s on my thigh.”

He raises a brow. “All I see is ass, baby.”

I roll my eyes, but then he lifts up, capturing my mouth with his. I lean into the kiss, needing it. Wanting it. Craving it. When we part, he kisses the side of my mouth and then my jaw before nuzzling my neck. I bite my lip as he rolls us over, hugging me close to him. I hook my leg over his hip, and he grabs it, squeezing my thigh in his large hand. He runs his tongue up my neck and down my jaw before softly biting my chin.